Quote #6 "You can't handle the truth." A Few Good Men (1992)

"You can't handle the truth!" Billy shouted before slamming his hand down on the desk.

Dr. Smyth looked up, indifferently. "William, you should really calm down. I'm sure your blood pressure is slowly creeping up."

"Slowly creeping up? Do you have any idea… any… i-dea… how long Scarecrow has been working that case? And you…" Billy pointed one shaky finger at him, "you decided the case was moving too slowly. You just might have screwed up our one true chance at getting to the bottom of this!"

Dr. Smyth took a long drag of his cigarette before replying. "I did nothing of the sort. I simply inserted another agent into the investigation to speed things along."

"Fred Fielder?!" Billy shouted. He turned his back to Dr. Smyth and worried his forehead with his hand in an attempt to calm himself down. Exhaling slowly, he turned back and slowly stated, "Scarecrow is the best damn agent we have, and you just handed him a bumbling idiot who has trouble handling his own badge. How in the hell did you think that would speed things along?"

"Word on the street says Fielder has intimate knowledge of our illusive Candyman," Dr. Smyth countered.

"Intimate knowledge? From what I understand, his wife barely has intimate knowledge of Fielder!" Billy snapped.

"Ah, ah, ah, Melrose… not so fast. From what I've heard, Mr. Fielder and the Candyman are just like this," Dr. Smyth twisted two fingers together to indicate they were close.

Billy spotted Fred Fielder entering the bullpen. He quickly crossed to the door of his office, pulled it open, and said, "We're getting to the bottom of this right now. Fielder! In my office, on the double!"

Nervously, Fred crossed the room and entered Billy's office. Billy slammed the door behind him. 'Yes, sir, Mr. Melrose. I was just bringing my report down to Dr. Smyth's office," he stammered.

"Well, I'm all ears," Dr. Smyth informed him. Fred looked to his left, realizing Dr. Smyth was sitting on the couch. "Please, go ahead and share your findings with the class. I'm dying to hear all the juicy details."

Fred cleared his throat and said softly, "I didn't find anything. I didn't even find where Scarecrow was watching any surveillance."

Billy covered his mouth in an attempt to hide his snicker. "Dr. Smyth is under the impression you and the Candyman know each other.

Fred exhaled, "Yeah, I know the candy-man. He's my uncle."

"The Candyman is your uncle? And we didn't know about this?" Billy snapped.

Fred looked confused, "It's no big secret. He's been the candy-man for years."

Billy shook his head, disgusted by the smug look on Dr. Smyth's face. "Do you know where we can find your uncle?" he questioned slowly.

Fred looked from one man to the other completely lost, "He's working where he always is. Why? Is there a problem?"

Dr. Smyth stood slowly and walked to stand beside Fred. He placed his hand around Fred's shoulders as he took another long drag on his cigarette, the head of ashes dumping unceremoniously on the floor between them as he asked, "What's the address?"

"He owns Fielder's Candy Store down on Market Street. He has for the last forty years," Fred answered in a straight monotone.

Billy immediately burst into laughter as he fell back into his chair. Gasping for breath, he managed to sputter out, "Fielder's uncle is the candy-man all right!" while Dr. Smyth dropped his hand and stepped out of the office without a word.